Here, something for you Pirahnas.

Heyo.

Long time no see. 

I am currently recovering from a psoriasis problem that is plaguing my creativity and drive. Also, I might also be binging on a video game since I am now using my newest laptop I bought for myself during a Black Friday sale. I mean, it dropped from more than a 1000 bucks into a five hundred something, holy crap.

Using it to play... Skyrim nowadays. Also tinkering with the mod system which ate more of my time than it should. 

Anyways, since I am here, I have some plans for this story to make it interesting for me enough to keep writing. The problem is that BNHA... IS WAY TOO UNDERDEVELOPED!

I mean, THE AUTHOR DIDN'T BUILD ON CLASSES 2-A, 2-B, 3-A, and 3-B, I mean what the hell?! WHAT ABOUT THE FOREIGN STUDENTS?! THE OTHER SCHOOLS?! I mean, as a writer, I can get that the author might have hit his brain juice limit with 1-A and 1-B, but seriously! 

He has many fans! Have them create OCs for him to use and stuff! Which is my plan, having my fans create characters 2-A, 2-B, and etcetera. I mean, so much potential wasted :/ 

So much worldbuilding down the drain, the first year classes having wayyyy too much spotlight. 

So yeah, I want some variety on how to work things off. Gonna be a bit hard to manage the classes now that I think about it, more than twenty damn POVs to go through... Might have to dum it down a bit for narrative purposes. 

I am considering trying to delve into the character growth of the first year students, buuuuuuuut....... honestly, I am not as invested in them. Forcing myself to try is a bit eh, but I will try to give them some attention just for worldbuilding purposes. 

Anyways, rant is over. I am also hitting a writer's block ish, but trying to break out of the malaise that is writing dialogue scenes. I am reaching the point where the climax of this arc will hit before moving onto Izuku as the protag to explore the reborn MHA world. 

It's just that my brain is all over the place. Also more of my brain juice is being devoted to the other collab fanfic, One Punch DxD: Neo, since I introduced some of my personal OCs and detailed worldbuilding into the mix. Oof. Hope I can adapt to it.

Anyways, here's a sneak peek. Gonna disappear into Tamriel for a bit now.

Kaminari looked out the school window in thought.

Japan was looking bleak nowadays. Before Garou came along, going to a Hero school was the peak of social status, UA especially.

Now, parents were doing their best to dissuade their children from risking their lives after Garou came along and turned Japan upside down.

It just happened without warning, the Demon that was Garou appearing and wreaking havoc. No one died in his hunts but… everyone was just afraid.

Kaminari wondered if the UA Test Exams would be more lenient though since, well, they would probably do their best to get students to enroll now. The same going for other schools.

In another school, Shoji could see everyone looking at him with suspicion.

Ever since Garou became Lord of Hosu, and his video went viral, many heteromorph-type Quirk users flocked to Hosu.

One of Garou’s new laws allowed local law enforcement to punish mutant discrimination at a certain level with conditions. The condition being ‘mob mentality’ level persecution, a group of two or more verbally or physically assaulting another mutant unprovoked. The fine would be thousands of Yen and months of prison.

Mezo Shoji’s family was considering moving to Hosu, but Shoji refused to.

Garou provided a Haven for mutants, which was a good thing Shoji admitted, but he did nothing to uplift the overall image of mutants out of the negative light. Shoji did not want to run away… he wanted to show the world that appearance did not dictate one’s destiny in this judgmental world.

Jiro played the electric guitar, the tune humming a somber yet revolutionary mood.

Her parents were worried. She was worried. Her dream of being a hero was cast in shadow that was fear and mistrust.

She did not know what to do, her parents worried sick.

Toru Hagakure, the girl that was constantly invisible, was unsure since her parents were scared that she might suffer injuries. They do not know when Garou would resume his Hero Hunts at the drop of a hat.

Eijiro Kirishima made up his mind. For too many times he had been disheartened that Garou hunted Crimson Riot and pretzeled him, yet Crimson Riot remained strong and spirited, refusing to break down. He should not break down as well.

He must become a Hero to rise and challenge Garou for the honor of all of the Heroes he defeated.

Mina Ashido, the cute pink-skinned girl with black-sclera eyes, remained strong in spirit in her choice to attend UA. Hero Society looked bleak, but that didn't mean that she shouldn't give up her dreams.

Mineta… gave up on the Hero Exam. He surrendered, absolutely. There was no way he would join the body pile. The women… what was the point of trying to become cool if he ended up dead or worse?

Fumikaga Tokiyami remained undeterred by Garou’s overwhelming presence in Japan. His choice remained set despite the obstacle, such is the stubbornness of those that dwell within the darkness.

Hanta Sero did not like this. His only power was to shoot tape out of his elbows, he didn't know how that could help him survive the incoming wave that was Garou and his Silver Fang.

Yaoyorozu Momo’s family was in a bind as her father was under investigation for tax evasion. Momo couldn't believe that her family would resort to such underhanded methods to gain wealth and power, and her father was staving off the investigators with all of his power. It enflamed her desire to enter UA so that she may be able to salvage her family name and help support her family from troublesome times.

Tsuyu Asui talked with her friend. They discussed whether or not they should join a Hero School, but considering the dangers and current mood of Japan, it might be too dangerous. Even so, her friend was adamant in joining one as she was afraid that if she didn't, she wouldn't molt out of her skin as she said, wanting to change herself.

Tsuyu understood that feeling. She spent so much of her time trying to enroll in UA that she might as well test her luck.

Yuga Aoyama was now preparing to move to Hosu with his parents. His parents could not ask for help from the government as All For One had his eyes on them. They had made a deal with a Devil, so they should see if they could find protection under a Demon as strong as the Devil.

Mashirao Ojiro just couldn't do it.

He tried copying the techniques of the Hero Hunter, mimicking his movements to see if he could obtain the same results, but he just couldn't. In secret, he was one of the rare few that admired the Hero Hunter while wanting to become a Hero.

The idea that one did not need a Quirk to make waves in the world appealed to a normal person like him, a guy whose only Quirk was having a strong tail.

Koji Koda was scared, but he hoped that Garou and his guild wouldn't go for people like him. Koji’s Quirk was not that strong offensively, though it was versatile. He just couldn't imagine the animals hurting Garou without Garou turning his rage towards him

He still had to go to UA, not only to make his parents proud, but to also become someone he could be proud of.

Rikido Sato was undeterred. He would go to UA no matter the current climate.

Ochako Uraraka was still adamant in her choice to join. Demand was high and supply was low, so she might be able to support her parents better.

The world was in doubt, the next generation threatened to be stunted by the wall of fear Garou erected from his shadow.

The future looked bleak… a darkness looming over the horizon.

However…

They did not know the man that started it all, and what he gave in return for the trouble he caused.

It was a strange thing… his eyes were open yet he felt like he was in a dream.

He was in a strange place where he could see despite the sky being nothing but darkness, no source of light yet the land itself was glowing bright.

Toshinori Yagi couldn't help but look around and then down on himself. He was in his emaciated form, but it was healthier than, more meat and blood in his system.

He wondered where he was? Toshinori looked down on his hands, clenching his fists.

He looked up.

There was a woman standing before him, someone he couldn't believe was there after all this time.

“...Impossible…” Toshinori couldn't believe it.

His mentor, the previous wielder of One For All before him, tears started to swell in his eyes as his legs nearly gave out.

“It's been a while, Toshinori.” She smiled at him.

The beautiful face, the small mole below her bottom lip, sharp eyes brimming with hope and strength.

She was still wearing her bodysuit hero costume. He couldn't forget that long cape fluttering behind her.

“...Is this a dream?” He asked her.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn't muster the words or strength to say it all.

“In a way, yes and no. You are dreaming, but this is not a simple dream. I believe that whatever you did to yourself is responsible for One For All’s rapid change. You seem to be in great trouble, aren't you?” She smiled coyly as she placed her knuckles at her hips.

“Erk…” Toshinori blushed and sheepishly rubbed his hair. “...Were you watching me?”

Assuming that this was the infamous afterlife.

“It is the first time I saw someone scare you more than Gran Torino.” Nana Shimura

“Hahaha… Honestly, he scares me more than All For One ever could.” Toshinori admitted to his shame with an awkward smile. “It's different with him. He has the power to truly end society whenever he could… and I am not in a position to stop him. And…”

Nana’s smile fell.

“...You're in a difficult position.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “It is… beyond my expertise. Yet, I am still willing to try. Nothing I learned throughout my time as a hero will work. Everything I stand for is being put to the test right here, something I cannot solve with violence anymore.”

“Because you lost to him the first time.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I honestly didn't think that he would change like this. He has come so far compared to the wild man I confronted on the street.”

A small silence descended between them. Nana still smiled him, it was a motherly smile that brought security whenever he recalled it during dark times.

“I wish I could've helped you sooner.”

“Hahaha. Are you saying that you can come back from the dead now? Can One For All do that?” Toshinori joked.

“In a way, I am still dead yet present. There isn't much time, Toshinori. I am not the only one here. The others are still trying to adapt to the changes in your body. For the first time, One For All is in a body with different samples of DNA. One For All grows stronger whenever the Quirk is transferred from host to host. But what if the definition of host is determined by their genetics, not their sense of identity?”

Toshinori stared at her as he slowly understood.

“...Are you saying that because of the transplants, the Quirk evolved more than it should've when it returned to me?”

It was not something Toshinori had considered. The possibility was very ghoulish, and there was tremendous risk of such transplants, especially when it came from an organ with a foreign Quirk inside its genetics.

Shimura nodded.

“Yes. We could feel the changes. Before, we couldn't even hope to manifest ourselves before you like this. But in due time… Ah. Toshninori, it seems our time is up.” She smiled as Toshinori’s eyes slowly grew heavy.

“I hope we can talk again. I want to hear more from you about this Garou next time. Remember, this time, you're not alone in your struggles anymore.”

Toshinori opened his eyes.

He was staring at the ceiling of Izuku’s living room from the sofa.

He still couldn't believe that he was here, living inside Izuku’s house.

His mother, Inko Midoriya, did look much like Nana Shimura, though easily overwhelmed.

He got up and looked down on himself.

He was still in his muscle form through it all. Toshinori did feel as if his Quirk was stronger than when he gave it away, but to think that the transplants would help him. Toshinori deflated back to his skeletal form as he changed his clothes, wearing his tracksuit.

He exited the apartment and started jogging around the area, exercising now that he had his health restored.

Toshinori was still preparing for his comeback as was Garou. Garou wanted to wait until his new arena was finished, something that Toshinori agreed to at least.

He still wanted to talk about how the fight should go… and discuss his price.

Toshinori hoped Garou wouldn't force him deeper into debt.

Or force the Public Safety Bureau into a financial crisis.

Toshinori paled in his jog as he imagined Garou actually doing it, laughing tyrannically over countless bankrupted servants of the country.

Or drove the entire country into bankruptcy and truly ruled Japan.

Honestly, it scared him that Garou could do that. He could've done anything at this point to Japan, the wounded animal that it was.

Toshinori hoped that wasn't the case as he ran towards Dagoba Beach. It shouldn't be that far…

Toshinori wondered why he kept thinking of that place. It was where he lost, his first loss against someone other than All For One.

Now it was also the place where Garou used to frequent…

Toshinori realized that he hoped to see him there by chance to talk. There was much on his mind currently.

The streets illuminated by the rising dawn, shadows of buildings and street poles and wires elongating and rotating under the angular whim of the slow moving sun under the gentle blue.

He ran by the side of Dagoba Beach, running beside the beige sands on the concrete sidewalk.

Sitting on the edge, at the Dividing line between sand and concrete, Garou was, to his surprise, there.

He was not alone.

Sitting a few meters beside him, there was another man in a demon mask, a man with a top hat looking at the horizon.

Garou was looking at his phone, having earphones on for once.

They look like they were there to relax… or one of them was, the other accompanying him.

“...Is he your new bodyguard?” Toshinori asked as he jogged towards Garou.

Garou turned towards Toshinori as he pulled one earphone out.

“Hm? Who is he?” The stranger asked.

“Someone I know. Don't mind him, he's harmless,” Garou assuage his companion.

“Really? I didn't think you knew someone so… skeletal.”

Toshinori could only smile at the default description of him as he sat down in between them.

“Honestly, I am surprised that he's even exercising at this hour. Can't sleep? Or are you enjoying your newfound health?” Garou asked.

“A bit of both. Toshinori Yagi,” Toshinori introduced himself to the stranger.

“Call me Mr. Compress. I am surprised that you're not scared or running away at the sight of me with my mask on,” Mr. Compress responded amicably.

“Hahaha. Once you know the man behind the mask, you don't see him the same way,” Toshinori explained.

“A true statement.” Garou said as he looked at his phone.

Toshinori peeked at the phone.

“What are you watching?” Toshinori noticed Garou playing a video on his phone.

“Ever heard of the ‘merciful criminal’ Gentle?” Garou asked.

“...I think. Is he the Villain posting his crimes on the internet?"

Garou showed the phone screen to Toshinori as he unplugged the earphones from the phone and increased the volume.

[Now watch as I, Gentle, infiltrate the den of corporate evil and raid its secrets! Behold, the undeniable archive of all of their deeds in digital format!]

On the screen, Toshinori watched the mustached man with gray hair, Gentle, enter through the door of what looked like an office. The man wore an eyemask, his hair combed, bearing the theme of a classy combat butler in a superhero’s theme.

[Le Brava! I am in need of your skills!]

Toshinori didn't understand what was happening since he didn't watch it from the beginning. He saw a petite woman with red twintails and an eyemask hopping onto the computer and started typing the keyboard.

“Um, what am I looking at?”

“Gentle breaking into the office of a man rumored to support anti-mutant movements.” Garou answered as Toshinori broke his eyes from his screen and looked at the man in question.

“I am working on something fun. Also, take a look at this.”

Garou smiled as he switched the video.

“This is a recording from my first personal training with my followers. I am already reaching the fifty thousand mark.”

“Eh? EHGH?! Fifty thousand?!”

Fifty thousand was a number that greatly surpassed the number of heroes, could threaten Japan even before half of the heroes resigned due to Garou’s Hero Hunting.

However, with the combined forces of the heroes of Japan, they could suppress even hundreds of thousands of villains with enough planning and resources. It was not without casualties and risk, however.

Toshinori stared at Garou as the number started to crush his mind before his eyes returned to the phone.

Rows of heteromorphs and humans stood equidistant from each other as Garou gave the speech on the concept of his main martial art.

It was similar to how Garou and Ghin lectured Izuku and Iida on the practice of the martial art as Garou ordered them to wear their training weights.

Polymer vambraces and greaves armored their wrists and shins, each follower turned on their training weights as the equipment inflated.

It looked like their arms and legs became anvils, the weight pulling their arms down into a gorilla-hunchback position, many faces warped by their external and internal struggles. Toshinori could hear many voices crying out of frustration.

[Now then. Your first order. Walk up the stairs with those things.]

[[[EH?!]]]

“...Eh?” Toshinori couldn't believe the words coming out of his lips.